Wild Rush: A Bad Boy Romance

by Sophie Brooks

  “Yes, Sir. I’ve heard… that if the wax is dripped from a height, it doesn’t hurt too much.” Why was I explaining this to a very experienced BDSM practitioner? But before I could work out what to say next, the timer on his phone dinged.

  His demeanor changed instantly, and he became my boyfriend instead of my dom.

  Reaching over, he untied the floss, freeing my nipples. I moaned as sensation flooded into them, prickling a little. He nudged my still-reddened tip gently with a finger. “Does that hurt?”

  “No, not much. Just feels a little strange.”

  “I didn’t tie it tight enough to do any damage. Though they’ll probably stay hard for a little while after this.”

  Grinning, I shifted my arms and legs, emphasizing the bonds that secured me to the bed. “I think that’s pretty much a given right now.”

  He smiled, and asked me a few more questions like he had the first time. I kept assuring him I was fine, which I was. But I was glad he asked.

  “Anything you wish were different?”

  I could only think of one thing, but I wasn’t sure how to ask for it.

  “Just say it, babe. Whatever it is.”

  “Well… I really like it when you talk to me. Talk dirty, I mean,” I said, sure I was blushing madly.

  “Like what?”

  “Like… the night of the first spanking when you said all the things you could do to me. Or ... that one time when you said I looked like a… a hungry slut when I was on my knees waiting to take you into my mouth. When you talk like that, it turns me on so much.” It had been hard to say aloud, but I saw no judgement in his eyes. It was okay. He liked doing those things, too, so it was okay to admit to liking it. It felt freeing, somehow.

  “Glad to hear you like that kind of thing, but if I ever take it too far, let me know. Ready to resume playing? What color are you at?”

  “Green,” I said, and he leaned down and kissed me, long and hard. The he straightened up, wiping his mouth, and I watched with fascination as his expression, his gaze hardened. He was re-entering dominant mode right in front of my eyes. My body responded with shivers of excitement.

  He rose and went to the foot of the bed. To my surprise, he untied the silk binding around one ankle, then the other. He rubbed my feet and lower legs lightly, restoring the circulation. And all the while, he was watching me. Assessing me. Appraising me. Like a predator deciding the fate of his prey. And holy crap, it turned me on.

  Letting go of my foot, he spoke. “You can move your legs around, but keep them spread. At all times. Or you will be punished.”

  “Yes, Sir,” I said, desire making my voice breathy. I bent my knees a little, but kept my feet far apart.

  Justin moved to the side of the bed, his eyes never leaving mine. “Look at you,” he said, his voice a seductive hiss. “Legs spread. Hands tied. Breasts exposed. Pussy on display. Are you doing all of that for me?”

  “Yes, Sir,” I gasped, unable to keep my voice neutral.

  His long index finger traced a line up the inside of my thigh. “Maybe,” he said. “You’ve been a good sub for me. But I think this is also for you. Because you want to act like this. Because you want to be a bad girl. You just never had the chance before.”

  I drew in a deep breath, hanging on his every word. His fingertips on my thigh made me shiver, but I held my legs still. And open. For him… and maybe also for me.

  “You want this, don’t you?” he said, his voice low and sexy as hell. “You want me to treat you like this. Answer me,” he said, and his fingers moved to my folds, pinching me.

  “Yes!” I cried out at the sharp sensation. “Yes, I do, Sir.”

  “You want me to control you. To make you bare yourself to me. To make you offer yourself to me.” His finger slid up and down my slit, lightly, tantalizing. It wasn’t enough. I wanted more.

  “You’re so turned on. I can feel how wet you are, how much you crave this. And I know how much you want me to fuck you. Don’t you?”

  “Yes, Sir,” I managed to say.

  “Then show me what you’re willing to do to earn it. Your hands are already tied, your legs are already spread. Show me that you’re willing to do more to please me.”

  I waited, not sure what he wanted, but more than willing to try whatever it was.

  Justin shifted his hand, bringing it up under my ass, pressing upward. “Lift your hips.”

  I did, raising them a few inches off the bed.

  “More,” he commanded.

  Eager to please, I bent my knees and put my feet flat on the bed, lifting my ass completely off the sheets in something resembling the bridge pose from yoga. It felt awkward with my hands tied above my head, and my legs still spread. It was more than a little humiliating to be in a yoga pose while naked. But it also felt extremely hot that I was doing this for him. That I was following his orders. Putting his pleasure ahead of my own. Except I knew that this was turning me on as much as it was him.

  “Good girl.” He reached over and grabbed the feather duster. Uh-oh. If he tickled me now, there was no way I’d be able to hold this position. But instead, he flexed the white plastic handle. “I’m going to put this under your ass. Keep your hips up. If you can’t, if you sink down and your skin touches it, I’ll spank you with the handle.”

  He gently ran the edge of the white plastic across one sensitive nipple and then the other, letting me know that if I failed, it might not just be my backside he’d spank. He placed the feather duster underneath me, and I raised my hips even higher, really arching my back, making sure that I wouldn’t touch it.

  Justin let his eyes roam over my body, to my bound wrists, my flushed face, my bare, red tipped breasts, and my raised hips. Knowing I couldn’t hide myself from him… knowing I was doing this for him… it was such a powerful turn on. I couldn’t even say why, I just knew that it made my blood pound to follow his orders. To be under his control. To be submissive with the man I loved.

  He set one hand on my raised stomach. “Such a good girl.” He stroked lightly, and I shivered. His touch made it hard to keep still. “How does that make you feel to have your legs spread and your hips up in the air?”

  “Turned on,” I admitted.

  “I can see that,” he said, his gaze sweeping over my body again. “What else?”

  Hmm. It was hard to describe. “I guess I feel… controlled. There’s no way I’d be in this position on my own. I’m doing it because you ordered me to. And that turns me on.”

  “Why?”

  “Because… it reminds me that you’re in control. It reminds me that you can do whatever you want—within reason,” I added, seeing him about to interrupt. “I know I have my safeword. But I just mean, it makes me wonder what else you might make me do.”

  He smiled, that wicked grin that always made my pulse increase. “And I have so many plans. So many kinky things for us to try, Lily.”

  I shivered and had to remind myself to keep my hips raised. He drew his fingertips along my stomach, my hips, my mound. It was intoxicating.

  “And I want to hear your ideas, too. What you want to try. What you want to do. We can do whatever we want, babe. As long as we’re both enjoying it. What do you want right now?”

  “I want you to take me, Sir,” I said without hesitation. “I want you to fuck me. I want you to use me.”

  His eyes glittered at that last part. I didn’t know what made me say that, but in this particular moment, I knew it was true. I was at his mercy, and that was right where I wanted to be.

  “I will definitely use you. Such a submissive thing to say.” He shifted around on the bed until he was between my spread legs. “Such a slutty, needy little sub to want her dom to use her. To control her and take her.”

  He snatched the feather duster out from underneath me, and shoved a pillow there instead. Lifting my legs, one in either hand, he pushed my knees up toward my shoulders. Gratefully, I let my hips relax onto the pillow, my abs slightly shaky from being engaged so
long. But the rest of my body was not relaxed. The rest of my body was waiting, wanting, needing him.

  “Is this what you mean by used?” he growled, pressing my knees up to my chest. “Folded in half, waiting for your dom to shove his cock inside you and fuck your brains out?”

  “Yes,” I moaned, one hundred percent truthfully.

  “You want me inside you, filling you, taking you, pounding you?”

  “Yes, Sir. Please. I need you!”

  But he still didn’t enter me, his hard, swollen cock poised at my center. I felt like I was going to explode if he didn’t thrust into me soon.

  “Brace yourself, babe. I’m going to take you so hard. I’m not going to stop until—”

  He paused as we both heard it. The timer on his phone chiming. Not now! “Green,” I cried. “Green, green, green!”

  And then he plunged into me, and that first thrust split me open and felt so damn good, so incredible, so amazing that my scream turned into a high-pitched shriek. I squeezed myself around him, trying to show him how good it felt, but I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, I just needed him to pound into me again.

  And he did, driving in and out, his hands on my legs, bending me double, using me for his pleasure and mine, taking me, filling me. My breath escaped in gasps and whimpers, I looked him in the eye as he rode me hard, pushing deeper and deeper into me.

  “Please,” I begged, not sure what I was pleading for, but that was okay. He knew what I wanted. He knew what I needed. And he gave it to me.

  “Are you gonna come for me, babe?” Justin said, panting as much as I was.

  It was hard to answer, with my knees pressed up against my chest, my hands tied, my whole body reacting to his long, deep thrusts. “Yes,” I moaned, not even able to spare the breath to say ‘sir.’

  “Wait until I tell you to. I want us to come together,” he said, pumping his hips into me. “Not yet but soon.”

  I threw my head back, exposing my neck, trying to take in enough air to speak. When that didn’t work, when all I could do was moan, I just nodded. I’d try to wait. For him, I’d try.

  “Such a good sub,” Justin said between ragged breaths. “Soon you’ll get your release. We both will,” he said, and he pressed my legs back against me even more, leaning over me, looking into my eyes.

  My staccato breathing matched his as he thrust into me. I was so close, I was about to shatter, but he looked close, too, his face contorted and red with effort.

  “Get ready…” He pulled all the way out and before I could even register the emptiness, he plunged back in again, stretching me, making me scream.

  “Come!” he commanded, and it was the easiest order I’d followed all night. I screamed as he shoved into me one last time and held himself there, filling me, pulsing inside of me.

  With a huge cry, I spasmed around him, my head whipping back and forth, my legs kicking out, nearly bucking him off me. But he held firm all the way inside me, as deep as he could go.

  For a few endless moments, we quivered together in mindless bliss, and then he collapsed on top of me. I made one last effort, coaxing the tired muscles of my legs to wrap around him, pulling him near me the only way I could with my arms still bound.

  Panting, his eyes closed, Justin lay on top of me, his warm skin pressed against mine. His lips nuzzled against my neck, his still-labored breathing tickling my throat. “Good girl,” he whispered, stroking my hair. “That’s my good girl.”

  * * *

  Afterward, once he’d untied me, once we’d both regained fine motor control and cleaned up a bit, we sat on his sofa, wearing robes. He was drinking coffee, and I was sipping warm peppermint tea.

  Justin had his arm around me, and I was leaning my face against his chest. It was still the safest place I knew of. “So… ” I said, without a knowing what I wanted to say next. That incredible orgasm had shut off my brain—hopefully just temporarily.

  “So,” Justin agreed, squeezing his arm around me.

  “I guess maybe this can work.”

  “Looks like it.” He kissed the top of my head.

  “I’m glad,” I said, and even that took effort. I half wished I could fall asleep in his arms, but I wanted to make sure he thought we were okay now. I certainly did.

  “Think you’d like to try it again?”

  “I’m so tired.”

  He chuckled. “Not tonight. But maybe a time a two a week. Like maybe we could be in vanilla mode most of the time, but get our kink on Saturday night and Wednesday evening.”

  “That sounds like fun, but I don’t want to have to drive back to my place too late.”

  “So don’t drive back.”

  What? I looked up at him. “I can’t stay the night on a weeknight.” He knew this. The few time I’d tried, we’d both been late for work.

  “You could if you lived here.”

  My breath caught and my brain kicked back in. Was he—was he asking me to move in? I stared up at him, my mouth open.

  Justin took my hand in his, or at least he tried to. I was wearing his old robe, and it was much too big for me. One-handed, he attempted to roll up the sleeve. It took him a while. “That way, you could put on your own robe after mind-numbing sex.”

  I just blinked at him, in no mood for jokes when something so important was happening. After a moment, he read the expression in my eyes and grinned. “Sorry. Let me try again. Lily, I love you, and I want to share my life with you—starting with my home. Will you move in with me?”

  “Yes,” I cried, reaching out to him. He wrapped me in his arms so tightly I could barely breathe, but I didn’t care. “Yes,” I said, laughing and crying at the same time. “Oh yes, I want that so much. I love you so much.”

  “I love you too, Lily. More than I can even say, and I can’t wait to spend every night with you, vanilla or otherwise.”

  “Me too,” I said, and then I kissed him.

  Chapter Eighteen

  EPILOGUE

  SIX MONTHS LATER

  “Aaah!” I yelped, breaking one of our cardinal rules. It was Sunday morning, a time when we usually slept in, but we were in BDSM mode today. It was Justin’s birthday, and I was going to be his submissive all day, starting with making him breakfast. But he was ‘helping’ me cook in his own special way—which meant he was doing his best to distract me. Like by goosing me like he’d just done.

  “You know the rule,” he growled, coming up behind me. He was wearing pajama pants, but his bare chest pressed against my back as he pinned me to the counter. I was naked, of course. It was his birthday after all.

  I was curious, though. If he was pressed up against me, how was he going to spank me for yelping at his touch? But he answered that question quickly enough by leaning over and grabbing the rubber spatula I’d used to stir the pancake batter. He pulled my hair aside and rubbed the spatula against my neck, smearing the white gooey substance against me. Then he licked at it, but quickly stopped and grabbed a towel.

  “It tastes better when it’s cooked,” I said, amused.

  “Quiet, bratty sub.” After cleaning my neck, he wiped off the spatula. “Close your eyes.”

  I did, bracing myself, and a second later he brought the spatula down on one erect nipple then the other. It stung, but it also made me wetter. Made me grind back against his hard erection. He ordered me count—he tapped each nipple with the spatula five times.

  Later, when we were eating the pancakes, I sat at his side at the table, looking into his eyes and wondering how I’d gotten so lucky. He was gorgeous. Smart. Sensitive. Caring. And hot as hell, whether he was in dominant mode or not. But okay, especially when he was in dominant mode. I’d asked him before I sat down if he wanted me on the floor by his side. We didn’t often play that I was his submissive pet, but it was his birthday, so I wanted to offer. But he’d patted the seat next to him and said that he wanted to talk to me. And look at me, he said with a wink. It wasn’t every day I cooked and ate breakfast naked, but with Justin
, anything could happen. And frequently did.

  After breakfast, I gave him his presents. A new laptop cover. An emerald green sweater that was so soft I couldn’t stop touching it. And a book. He’d told me to order an erotic book that turned me on and then give it to him along with a ‘book report’ of sorts—he’d made me write up what exactly about the book got me excited. Shyly, I handed it to him, wondering if he’d have us try any of the slightly more intense BDSM acts it contained.

  Then it seemed like the present-opening was done—or so I thought. “What?” I said, certain I’d misheard him.

  “I said, I have a present for you.”

  “But it’s your birthday. Oh, wait, I get it. Is it birthday spankings again? Do I have to take twenty-eight for your birthday?”

  He chuckled, a low, sexy sound. “No, but I like how you think. But this is an actual present for you.” He reached down and opened a bag at his feet.

  “What is it?” I said excitedly. But it didn’t matter what it was. What mattered was he’d gotten it for me.

  “Something I hope you’ll like. Something I hope you’ll wear. Something that will show the world what you mean to me.” He straightened up and held out a medium-sized grey velvet box, about five by eight inches.

  What on earth could I wear that would fit in there? Lingerie? Some panties might fit in there. Or a teddy folded very small. But then why use a jewelry box?

  He held it out and I reached toward it. And in that moment, a memory surfaced. A memory from over half a year ago. I suddenly flashed on that day in the mall when we’d met his ex-submissive, Madison. She’d been wearing an intricate necklace that Justin had said represented a submissive’s collar. That must be what this was. A necklace/collar.

  Shakily, I took the box from him. His eyes were on mine, a question in them. Did I want this? Did I want to wear this necklace everyday knowing it was a sign of his control over me? Even if only I knew what it meant, it was a big step. And a scary one. Right now, we had a pretty good balance in our relationship. We usually had hot BDSM sessions twice a week, but most of the time, we were just equals. This necklace—it felt like it was going to change that balance.